c that there used to be. Most of it died
out. Still, we've got a sort of old Fairy Godmother, as part of the
Palace fixtures--goes about in a car drawn by doves--give you my word
she does! She has another old turn-out, with storks. We came here in
that--and I expect _you_ did."

"Yes, and I see the old gentleman over there who carried me off by main
force. He doesn't _look_ as if he was such a good hand at abductions!"

"He looks pretty much the blithering old idiot he is," said Clarence.
"If I'd only known he was going to London I'd have told him to get me a
few thousand cigarettes--they've none here of course. But I expect he'd
only have brought 'Woodbines,' or the wrong sort anyhow!"

"Does he _always_ bring the wrong sort?" inquired Lady Muscombe.

"Well," said Clarence, crudely enough, "he didn't make much mistake
about _you_, Marchioness!"

"That's exactly what I expected from you!" she said. "By the way, what
has become of the lovely person who was with the Duchess and me when we
first woke up? I think your mother called her Hermitage. I don't see her
anywhere here."

"Heritage--Lady Daphne, as we call her now. She used to be my
kiddie-sister's governess."

"Oh? Well, she's quite the sweetest thing I've seen--don't you think she
is, yourself?"

"Not since _you_ came!" was his gallant reply.

"It's lucky Muscombe can't hear you paying me compliments of that sort,"
she said. "If he did he'd want your blood. And why isn't that Lady
Daphne here? I'm dying to see her again. Duchess," she added, as the
elder lady, having escaped from her hostess, came towards them, "I've
been asking the Prince why that charming little Heritage creature isn't
here. You would like to see her, wouldn't you?"

"Certainly," said the Duchess. "Where is she?"

"We'll ask the Court Godmother," said Clarence (it had already struck
him that it might give Daphne a higher opinion of him if she could see
the terms he was on with a real English Marchioness). "She'll know." But
the Fairy could only say that she supposed Lady Daphne was remaining in
her own rooms for some reason.

"I wish you'd get her to come down, Court Godmother," said Clarence.
"These ladies would like to see her."

"I will go and fetch her myself," said the Fairy, who was pleased, in
spite of herself, that her unacknowledged god-daughter should be in such
request.

She found Daphne engaged in sewing the great pierced jewels in an
intricate pattern on the skirt o